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‘Revolution’: Be the solution

2 1/2 hours. Aaron sits and stares in amazement at the unusually large amounts of blood – his blood – soaked into the carpet. He admits to Juliet that, for a dead guy, he feels pretty good. “Little dehydrated. Hungry for brains.” It has to be the nanobots. Juliet agrees it’s the only logical explanation. “Right. The microscopic robots in the air magically resurrected me. That sounds totally logical.” Aaron desperately wants to understand what just happened to him. Sweetie, you’re on a Kripke show now. You’re going to need to get right with death not being permanent, and with a quickness.

Charlie follows the men who took Monroe. Naturally, she manages to get her fool self captured and takes a round of rock salt in the shoulder to boot. Way to keep the stupid to a minimum, kid. She’s going to have to take a number if she wants to kill Monroe. The Giver and the hot guy with the perfect teeth have been tracking him for months and their employer – the US Government – wants him alive. They’ve been very clear. Charlie’s all like, good luck when he escapes and kills you in your sleep. Which he promptly does. He snaps the Giver’s neck and is in the process of choking Teeth the Bounty Hunter out when Charlie runs up and whacks him with a length of pipe. Fight fight struggle fight. Monroe drops her with a kidney punch and makes his escape in the bounty hunters’ wagon.

In Savannah, Neville plots his next move. He’s going to assassinate Secretary Allenford. Nason pulls in an old comrade from the Ashland rebel unit. The plan is set in motion. The three men take their places. Neville gives the nod. Take the shot. The rebel raises his arm and as he does, Neville shouts “GUN! DOWN!” Allenford and her security detail hit the dirt. Neville shoots the rebel between the eyes. Tom Neville, y’all. Even when you should see it coming, you don’t, and you die with a ‘buzzUH?’ look on your face. When Allenford offers her thanks, Neville offers his help. Create a problem. Be the solution.

Miles and Sheriff Mason are penned up at the Reavers’ camp. They watch as a screaming man is dragged away behind a red door. A woman in another cage, Sarah, tells them that people who go in don’t come out. People like her son, Andy. Miles snarks that Mason must be regretting his career choice. Maybe. His father used to tell him stories about a ranger in Dallas, a tough SOB. He guesses he just wanted to grow up to be like him. The man they called Walker.

“Your dad told you stories of ‘Walker, Texas Ranger’?”

“Why? Have you heard of him?”

Behind his beard is another fist. (heavy.com)

“His legend’s known far and wide.”

Four Reavers come into the room and take blood samples from Mason and Miles. Lead Reaver places four single drops from each man onto test strips. He gives the results a quick glance and then points at Miles. “Him.” He gestures at Mason. “Not him.” Reaver of the second puts a bullet in Mason’s head. AHHHHH!! NOOOOOO!! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!?! NOT ADAM BEACH! IS HE GOING TO COME BACK TO LIFE TOO?? KRIPKEEEEE!

The Reavers lash Mason to a horse and send his body back to town. By morning, terrified people are streaming through the gates. The governor of Hawaii tries to be reassuring. They have to stick together. Five-0 The Rangers from Austin will be there soon (yeah, they totally won’t be). Aaron helps out in the temporary shelter by entertaining the kids. “Once upon a time, in a city called New York, there lived four brave souls who called themselves The Ghostbusters.” Killing it with the random pop culture references! Juliet pleads with her father for his help in staging a rescue mission. She just needs a couple of guys. They’ll be in and out – the Reavers won’t even know they’re there! HAH! Yeah, RevCam has met you Juliet. Not going to happen.

Aaron slips away for a quiet drink from his bullet dented flask. Cynthia thinks they’re experiencing a miracle and the pastor thinks he’s been touched by God. Aaron is feeling a little bit bad touched. He notices a dead rat on the floor and pokes at it with his cane, just to make sure. It stays dead. “Guess you’re not as lucky as I am, huh pal?” He hears a shot fired out in the hallway. He finds Ben Matheson on the floor in a pool of blood. Wait, what? Ben? When did Ben come back to life? Has he been in Texas this whole time? What? He gasps out, “It’s you. It’s you, Aaron.” Cynthia calls out to him and when Aaron looks down, Ben is gone.

Juliet is saddling up a horse, ready to stage a one-woman op. RevCam asks if Miles is worth it. She nods. “Alright, then.” Their small party rides out and Juliet hears a strange squish crunching sound. She asks for a torch and shines its light on the ground. Their horses are walking across a carpet of dead rats.

Miles works a thin bit of wire from one of the bars of his cage. He slips his cuffs and jimmies the lock. Sarah quietly calls out to him. He considers, and hates himself for doing it, but he goes back. He’s discovered and fight fight struggle fight. Miles takes out six Reavers like a BAMF, but stands down at the Lead Reaver’s threat to kill Sarah. He’s taken to see Alby Grant Titus Andover. They sit across a desk from each other while Titus sips on a sweet tea through a bendy straw. He observes that if Miles hadn’t gone back for Sarah, he would have gotten away. That sense of moral obligation is an outdated notion. They live in a different world now. A better one. Before, Titus was a headmaster at the Jessup Academy for Boys. The night of the Blackout, the police were coming to arrest him – simply for images he had on his computer.

“Um … Yikes!”

But then the power went out, and Titus was born anew. “It was a sign. God wants us to be free.” The boys in his care – many of them still with him now – were free to do whatever they wanted. Whenever they wanted. “No limits. No rules. How is that not a better world?”

“That whole ‘Lord of the Flies’ thing seems to be really working for you.”

As for what Titus wants, well that would be telling. He assures Miles he isn’t going to kill him – not yet anyway. But he can’t just have him murdering any more of his boys, so. Lead Reaver who I’m just going to start calling Leaver, grabs Miles’ shackles and pulls his arms across the desk. Titus takers a hammer from the drawer and smashes Miles’ right hand. That is going to leave a mark. Leaver assures him it won’t hurt for long. “Fancy pants” is next for the red door. They drag him through into the next room. A dirty and worn jewelry box sits on the edge of a sink. The broken ballerina spins as “You Light Up My Life” plinks away. It is the world’s worst Elizabeth Arden spa. A man standins wiping off a needle with an old rag. The needle is attached to a length of tubing. The other end of the tube is attached to the arm of a dead-eyed woman. She’s propped up against fresh pillows in an old brass bed. Double yikes!

Leaver returns to his quarters. He takes out a crude stationary kit and jots down a three line message – in Arabic. He seals the note with red wax, stamps it with the Eye of Providence, and sends it to Allenford.

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